12-31-2020, 12:14 PM
Aela is starting to learn that she seems to be good at this. Perhaps it is her gold coloring. Perhaps it is because of how determined her gaze can be, that it contains the kindling needed to start the fire within others. Maybe it is because that Aela is so filled to the brim with dreams and memories (she hardly knows the difference) that ignites them in others.
She hasn't quite figured it all out yet; she only knows that every so often, a soul catches her attention and there is always a reason (purpose) for it.
Her lovely head tilts to the side, appraising the equally-lovely Alucarda. The other girl seems quick, Aela decides. Her projections are received and by the small gasp that escapes the buckskin, the adolescent feels a familiar flash of pride from the clarity of the accomplishment. (Aela has never felt remorse or apologetic about how she communicates with others; this is her native language.)
Shock glimmers across the hazel eyes of her companion and Aela lifts her head, waiting for what will follow. She doesn't make any further moves towards the other filly and watches as the waves of suspicion crash over Alucarda. There are glimpses of other things coming off her companion, of the Den (to which Aela has never seen with her own eyes). She can't even fathom being left or unwanted; Aela has always been beloved and indulged.
The experience that Alucarda has earned from the Den could be beneficial, though. Almost as useful as the display she saw earlier between the filly and the concerned mare.
This could be like her and Skandar, she realizes. The skin-changer takes on a shape at Aela's whim. All she has to do recall the memory - think of feathers or lava, of gods or cosmos - and he can make it materialize. Alucarda refers to the others as mosquitos and a smirk quirks at the edge of her pale mouth; she finds the comparison amusing. The almost-palomino hasn't yet had to resort to force in her dealings with others. (Most of her encounters are with more malleable minds and they either become so distressed that they leave or fascinated that they follow.)
There is a steady trickle of memories - between handsome Skandar to all-knowing Heartfire to haunted Kensley - that recite her name and she shares it with Alucarda: Aela.
Assuming that this new acquaintance will follow with her own name, Aela looks around and finds a bird preening above on a branch. She watches it and decides that since the creature is larger than a mosquito, she'd like to see what Alucarda can do with it. Could she manage to make it take wing? Could she force it to land on another branch? Turning her head back to the green-eyed girl, the echo of the little feathered soul fluttered between them.
@[alucarda]